Apparently the two commentors so far have missed rest of the article. This isn't fuck work. This is fuck trying to find a clear delineation between work and non

Apparently the two commentors so far have missed rest of the article. This isn't fuck work. This is fuck trying to find a clear delineation between work and non-work and be in the moment. This is a variation of the life I'm working on too, but Canadian weather has a pesky way of intruding. I have a cabin somewhat in the middle of nowhere, with a convenient LTE tower across the lake. During the summer, its my favourite place to work. Get up early with the sun, make some real breakfast (bacon and eggs, usually), and go throw a ball for the dogs until they're ready for morning nap. The work day usually starts around 8 or 9, although there's the occasional 7am conference call. Work until I get hungry, make some lunch, go for a wander with the dogs for a bit. Maybe have a bit of a nap. Make supper whenever seems appropriate, sit on the beach and watch the sun go down, maybe work some more, or hang out with my partner (when she can come), and then have a fantastic sleep away from all the city noise. It's not that it's lazy, just more relaxed. I've gone out there specifically for crunch time before. I recall one instance of 48 hours of work over 3 days, and over 70 over 5 days. It's easy, for me, to work hard when there's no human distractions. I'll text or IM, and then meet up with friends and clients when I'm back in town. And it's not as if this is an expensive place. Built in the 50s using 5 gallon pails of concrete as a "foundation". Total around 600 sq ft. And far enough from cities to be cheap. There's a town of 1000 about 20 minutes away for gas, groceries, and cigarettes, and our home is about 2.5hr away. edit: the Canadian part of this is that it's not winterized. Neither sufficiently insulated, nor really heated, nor a good source of water in the winter.